Come with me, hide with me, together we escape, pretend we’re somewhere else.
Temple One & katty Heath;
I built a mansion, just around the corner of my sanity.
Each brick, molded precisely to match every memory ever made.
No shadows, silhouettes, or presence permitted, I declared.
Then I heard it.
A soft knock on the door, prompting me to open the door, open my soul, my heart, but I can’t.
It going to spill out, all the memories, the pain, joy, hope, despair.
Especially hope, a terrible gift to loss;
Flood me like the wave of a wicked tide
“go away, private sanity” I say! no reply,
just a soft thump that create a rhyme in my heart.
Of fear? of peace? Still unknown.
A thump to remind me there is a world outside,
Av’ lived it. Hence, my mansion
The feeling between fear and love will never have a place in my mansion, I promise.
It still goes on.